Karev Baby? Again?

Chapter 7

Katie's POV
I woke up the next morning. I was on the couch, my dad was laying on the other side. I grabbed my phone to check the time. 10:30am... 3 hours late for school. I jumped up as fast as possible. Not a good idea. I immediately threw up in the tiny trash can on the floor.

I guess my dad heard me as he got up and held my hair back. "You okay?" He asked as I sat down.

I nodded, wiping my mouth. "I'm late for school."

"You need a day off." He said. "And we need to talk about future stuff today too."

I nodded as my mom walked in. "Good morning, baby." She said as she sat down.

I laid my head on her shoulder. I hated morning sickness so much. "Am I going to have to go to school for the whole pregnancy?" I asked.

She nodded. "I want you to go until you can't anymore." She said.

I sighed. Great, everyone at school will now know me as the slut who got pregnant at 16.

"And you need to tell Chris, Katie. Soon." She said. "And in person."

"I know." I said, looking down. "I'll tell him later today."

I looked back up at my parents. "Can the baby have the spare room?" I asked.

"Of course. But you're going to need a job. We're not paying for all of this." She said.

I immediately nodded. I texted Chris, telling him to come over after school. "I think I'm just going to lay down in my room for a bit." I told my parents as I got up.

I walked up to my room and laid down, laying on hand on my flat stomach. "I hope you know I love you... even if I screwed up." I whispered.

I turned on my side and fell asleep, until I felt someone touch my shoulder. I turned around and jumped when I saw Chris. "Oh.. hey." I said, sitting up.

Chris sat down next to me. "Where have you been? It's been like a week." He said, taking my hand.

I bit my cheek. Now or never, Katie. I took a deep breath. "I'm... pregnant." I finally blurted out.

He stared at me. Totally speechless. "P-Pregnant?" He asked, pointing to my stomach.

I nodded, subconsciously putting hand on my stomach.

"Oh God.." He said, putting his head in his hands. "You're sure?"

"Mhm.." I said, biting my lip. "You're going to run, aren't you?"

His head popped back up. "What? No, I would never. It's just- my mom. She's going to actually kill me." He said, running a hand through his hair.

"You're not running?" I asked.

"Of course not. Katie, when I say I love you, I mean it. I really wasn't expecting to be a dad at 17, but it's with you. That makes it so much better." He said, taking my hand.

A small grin came to my face. That is why I love this boy.